"A blood debt must be repaid with blood, of course." Ye Xingchen sighed and slowly raised his head: "So, Master, how do you plan to die?"
"I haven't decided how I'll die yet." Miao Yan shook her head: "But you absolutely can't die now, because I still need to borrow your luck."
"Don't worry, I can't lock you up for many years. Your father has been locked up for twenty years, but his luck is still flowing endlessly."
“You are stronger than him, so I think your life is safe for at least the next hundred years.”
"Yes, a hundred years. You probably won't live to see the day the royal family is restored." Ye Xingchen nodded.
“Yes, I can’t see it.” Miao Yan sighed, then smiled and said, “But it doesn’t matter, this plan itself is an extremely grand plan.”
"I didn't intend to accomplish this overnight."
"This is a plan that can span a hundred years or even several generations. I only need to pave the way for my descendants, and everything else is up to fate."
"Do you also believe in fate?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"Hehe, why wouldn't I believe in fate?" Miao Yan laughed: "Alright, Ye Xingchen, we've said enough."
“Next, I have to take you away, because your destiny is destined to be the same as your father’s.” Miao Yan laughed heartily.
Ye Xingchen grabbed with his right hand, and Chixiao appeared in his hand.
He stared at the monk, thinking that this guy would be a tough opponent.
"Don't get it wrong, your opponent is not me." Miao Yan smiled slightly: "I will give you a few days. In these few days, you should arrange your affairs after your death. Someone will come looking for you later."
Ye Xingchen was about to stop him, but the guy turned around and vanished without a trace in an instant, leaving Ye Xingchen standing there dumbfounded.
Although he couldn't understand what this guy meant for the time being, Ye Xingchen knew that this guy definitely didn't have any serious intentions.
After searching the area and finding nothing of value, Ye Xingchen set the place on fire and left.
"Is Na Yuanwu dead?" Zhang Shihao was slightly taken aback when he heard Ye Xingchen's narration.
"He's dead. I twisted his head off with my own hands," Ye Xingchen nodded firmly.
"Did that monk really ask you to make arrangements for your affairs after death?" Zhang Shih-hao was speechless. "I don't believe he was that kind. If he really wanted to kill you, he certainly wouldn't have given you time to prepare for your affairs."
Ye Xingchen couldn't help but look at Zhang Shihao, revealing a speechless expression.
However, Zhang Shih-hao seemed oblivious to Ye Xing-chen's expression, and continued to ramble on, "But Ye Xing-chen, this guy has lived for over a hundred years, he's a living legend, so we must not be fooled by his appearance."
"The more flaws he makes, the more we need to pay attention; otherwise, we'll be giving the enemy an opportunity to exploit."
After talking for a long time, Zhang Shihao suddenly noticed that Ye Xingchen was staring at him, and the expression on her face was as if she were looking at an idiot.
"Hehe, what's wrong? Are you stunned by my rigorous logical thinking?" Zhang Shihao chuckled and continued, "Since you agree with our point of view, let's talk about the next steps, for example..."
"Alright, enough of that. You've wasted ten minutes listening to this." Ye Xingchen rolled his eyes and sighed helplessly. "Don't waste your breath here. I'll think about what happened later."
"Don't even think about it, he's just found someone who thinks he's really good to deal with you." Zhang Shihao said seriously, "Ye Xingchen, don't fall for his tricks."
"An extremely powerful person?" Ye Xingchen frowned slightly. "Who are you referring to?"
“For example, a hundred kilometers north of here is Qianshui Temple,” Zhang Shih-hao said seriously. “You haven’t heard of this place, have you?”
"Qianshui Temple, I've heard of it. It's a branch of Dawuxiang Temple. Over a hundred years ago, it was also a national temple protecting the royal family of the previous dynasty, just like Dawuxiang Temple." Ye Xingchen nodded and said, "Do you think these things are related to Dawuxiang Temple? That little monk is actually from Dawuxiang Temple?"
“Nine times out of ten, this old guy is definitely playing a role in these things that you don’t know about.” Zhang Shihao nodded and said, “Although I am a Taoist, I still know a little about the things that happen in Buddhist temples.”
"Oh, then tell me, what do you know?" Ye Xingchen became interested: "For example, what kind of place is Qianshui Temple? What do those monks do?"
“These things are a long story,” Zhang Shih-hao said, shaking his head. “But we can start with the simplest things.”
"For example?" Ye Xingchen asked, his gaze questioning.
He didn't really know much about Qianshui Temple, let alone what kind of place it was. Seeing how confident Zhang Shihao was, he figured the guy must know something.
“Qianshui Temple is not a place for vegetarianism and chanting Buddhist scriptures.” Zhang Shihou sighed. “Those monks practice evil arts, especially blood refining techniques.”
"They use people as alchemical vessels and sacrifices to achieve their ulterior motives, and their methods are extremely cruel."
"So, Qianshui Temple is just a tool in the hands of Dawuxiang Temple? They do whatever Dawuxiang Temple tells them to do?" Ye Xingchen's expression changed slightly.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.” Zhang Shih-hao nodded: “Qianshui Temple is the butcher’s knife in the hands of Dawuxiang Temple. Some of the things they do are actually for Dawuxiang Temple.”
"The reason why that monk Miaoyan doesn't dare to fight you is because his physical condition is not at its peak. He is at a critical moment of transformation."
"So at this time, he will most likely send people from Qianshui Temple. And those monks from Qianshui Temple are all meat-eaters and blood-drinkers, so you have to be very careful."
"Hehe, these things don't matter. I've seen plenty of demons and monsters." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly and said, "Next, let's go take a look at the ancestral mausoleum."
As Ye Xingchen spoke, he reached out and took out a sandalwood box. Inside was the imperial seal of the previous dynasty, which was the key to opening the ancestral tomb of the Jin imperial family of the previous dynasty.
"You got this?" Zhang Shih-hao said, his eyes shining. "This thing could be worth a fortune in the antique market."
"You guys at Qiwu Mountain should at least start some side businesses, you can't be this poor, can you?" Ye Xingchen was speechless. Was this guy really that poor?
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